Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: This Was Disgusting To Write. Burn This

Kael snored once, loud. Blair went rigid. She glanced up in time to see Guinevere’s hand come out of the blanket and cover Kael’s mouth.

The snoring died instantly. Guinevere gave his face a little "there, there" pat and moved her hand back to where it was.

Blair blinked. That bitch was definitely still asleep.

Then she looked down at the note she was holding.

Dear Blair, I am s—

The rest of it was scratched out. The line through it was so aggressive it had torn the paper. A crumpled one sat beside it that he’d clearly balled with both hands. She smoothed the mess open.

Blair. I am a dick. A giant one who is—

It stopped.

She flipped it over. Nothing.

"Who is what?" she muttered. "The options are ENDLESS, Kael, and you chose NONE of them."

A third wad waited. With zero mercy, she flattened it.

This was disgusting to write. Burn this.

Right then. She made her decision and would be reading every last one.

Blair, I am man enough to admit it when I am—

She let out a long sigh. "When you are what? Able to finish a sentence? Because the evidence suggests otherwise."

The next one opened strong. "I, Kael Ashenvale, do hereby offer my sincerest..." She tilted it and squinted. No luck. A wine stain had turned the rest of it into abstract art. It could’ve been "apologies," "regrets," or "fuck this shit."

Next. By now she had a system: read then judge.

Sorry. — K. Underneath it, he added: I mean it. Fuck.

Different ink. Different hour. Different blood-alcohol level, she suspected. He’d come back to the desk, looked at the two-word apology, and decided it needed a footnote and a swear word.

Blair. This gift is for you. I’m sorry I’ve been a terrible brother.

She had already decided she would be opening that box long ago. But this confirmed it. Not opening it would be rude.

As your elder brother I offer my— Screw this—

"As your elder brother I offer my WHAT, Kael. We’ll never know because you wrote screw this."

I’m not good at this shit. But I apologize.

"Finally. Understatement of the century," she agreed.

To Blair. From Kael.

"No apology attempted there. Innovative approach."

Dear Blair, This is painful to write and I hate it. Screw it. I’m fucking sorry.

She looked at Gerald.

"Not a word about this circus."

Gerald, being a professional, said nothing.

Her eyes drifted to Kael next. Still asleep.

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